Keeping an eye on Mr Boggleworth

[Dr. Bunchington]

Munchy had taken up a prime position on the staff table where he could see Henry Boggleworth, - his charge since the day they had first met.
Munchy had a strong bond with the boy. it was on that first day that Munchy had taken something from him that would change them both. It was on that day Munchy had broken the law. It was on that day Munchy knew he could no longer work for the ministry. It was on that day that the power of Dark Magic flowed through Munchy's veins. Powerful, strong and impossible to ignore no matter how hard he tried. Munchy knew that one day the dark magic flowing through him would force him to make an impossible decsion.
But that day was not today. Today all Munchy had to do was drown out the screaming in his head. The screaming in a memory that wasn't his. The screaming in the memory of a boy who it seamed was incapable of doing anyone any harm intentionally.
But Munchy would wait, watching, prepared to defend the students or staff that might draw the evil out of Henry.

[Erich Aubry]

Dark magic is distinct in that its use isolates the practioner both in act and the caster's ability to feel and make contact. A hungry something like a pistol that wants to fire. Natural but not natural. These weapons should not harbor feelings. He is not the only one who finds this hard to ignore.

The Little Voice: You do not need to be good to be great. That far-reaching. A child as a child aspires. This is the most important part of the story. The decision to fire I mean, power is only a power as a war is only a little nothing. You little nothing. He is not safe as you are not safe. What does it take, at last?



The professors never notice so Erich sits at the table each morning, watching Rainer fork slices of fruit and waiting for the spoon to disappear inside his mouth for seconds as it does every couple bites, at each meal, everyday.

The voice of Erich's telepathy is still speaking to the Doctor and it concludes, finally: If you aren't the influence--- you're under it.

[Dr. Bunchington]

"No!" Munchy screamed to himself. He stood up sharpy, knocking his chair to the floor. "Sorry." he mumbled to the other proffessors.
The screaming was intense. He had to leave, he had to run. Too much noise, too much.